Devotion Words Novels & Stories

But it was probably the most I’ve said in one reply in over eight months, if you didn’t count the lashing out at Elise I did earlier in the day. “You did really well,” he beamed. I just nodded. I used to take pride in my job, any little task. Now, the words of praise left me feeling flat. “Eve,” I heard my sister’s voice and she peeked her head at the door. “You are early,” I commented, glancing at the clock on the wall. “No,” Colin replied. “I’d say she is right on time.” I frowned trying to remember if anything was said to meet up early.

What was truly wrong was two-timing, stringing people along, using others, and refusing to repent. Soon, Frederick finished his apology. Now it was Angela's turn. She stood up, paused for a moment, and merely said, "Good looks are not a free pass for bad behavior. Those who lack conscience and respect will be weeded out." The whole venue fell silent in an instant. Her words were simple enough, but in this setting, they carried a sharp, commanding weight, especially after Frederick's pitiful little speech. "Wow, she's amazing. I'm starting to really like her. She's got solid morals."

"My fourth need is devotion. When you give priority to my needs and commit yourself to support and fulfil them, then my fourth primary need is fulfilled. I thrive when I feel adored and special. You fulfil my need to be loved in this way when you make my feelings and needs more important than your other interests like work, sports etc." "Just like you need my devotion, I have my primary need to feel your admiration. To admire me is to regard me with wonder, delight, and pleased approval. I feel admired when you are happily amazed by my unique characteristics or talents which is my humour, strength, persistence, integrity, honesty, romance, kindness, love, understanding, and other of my old v

The specific quality of her attention when she is doing something that matters to her, which is total and unhurried and reminds me every time of the way her mother painted. Devotion, I think. That is the word, not the loud kind. The kind that shows up every day and does the work without needing anyone to watch. I go back to my laptop. We sit together in the quiet of the late afternoon and work, and outside the windows the city does what it always does, which is move and breathe and carry on entirely indifferent to the small and significant things happening forty-three floors above it.

It made the sheets stick to his back. Seraph leaned forward, her breath brushed his ear. She whispered in his ear, “You belong to me now. Only me.” Her voice was low and possessive. The words sent a fresh wave of heat through him. She rode him even harder. Her hips moved faster. She ground her clit against his body on every stroke. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room. Dorian could smell their combined arousal. It was musky and thick in the air.

But in the way ruin loves fire. Devotion, after all, is just another kind of destruction.

The priest continues. The entire church is quiet and everyone is listening keenly to the priest speak. My palms are getting sweaty and I look up at Mitch. He looks comfortable, and dare I say, even confident. “This outward celebration we shall see and hear is an expression of the inner love and devotion they have in their hearts,” The Priest’s voice booms loudly in the church. Love? Devotion? I think I am going to puke. It seems like everyone else is enjoying the priest’s speech, they are all smiling and adoringly staring at us.

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

" She asked. "You're the devil's dominion, Lucifer's property! Just like I heard!"